I just wanted to say sorry for not updating. I was sick for most of the holidays but I'm feeling back up to health. So, let's get right back into it.
The next morning, Amy opened her eyes to see Cream looking over her worriedly. She tried to sit up but the pain rushed to her head. Amy held onto her head, crying out. She had a splitting headache, stuffed nose, and couldn't breathe. She tried to think about how she could have gotten to this state, when she remembered the cold shower with Shadow the night before.
"Amy, you're really pale." Cream stood up frantically, "I'm going to tell the producer to push your scene back. You can't possibly work today in your state."
Amy shook her head and sat up, "No, I can't do that. There are already a lot of people on the crew who think I have slept my way through the producer to get here. Today's my first day shooting, I have to be there. I can't afford to not go-" Before she could finish her eyes fell shut and she fell backwards. Cream rushed over in a panic, "Amy!"
There was a knock at the door. As Amy lay almost lifeless in the bed, Cream ran over to the door to answer it. She opened the door and came face to face with Shadow. Her eyes went from surprised to angry as she glared at him. He glared back at her. "Where is Amy?" Cream had to bite her lip, he didn't know that she knew anything.
"Amy suddenly caught a cold in the middle of the night. Sorry, we're going to have to delay her shooting. That isn't a problem is it?" Cream asks, her eyes suddenly turning back to their bright and happy selves. Shadow shook his head.
"Not at all. I just came to inform her that our shoot was cancelled anyway." He puts a hand on the door, pushing it open slightly as he glances at the pink hedgehog on the bed. He frowns and reaches into the brief case on his back. He pulls out the medicine Amy had given him before when she broke into his mansion, "Give this to her. It should help with her fever." With that, he turned and walked away. Cream glared at his retreating figure and shut her door. Then she walked over to poor Amy a glass of water. She sat the hedgehog up and assisted her in taking the medicine. Amy smirked down at the medicine bottle,
"Did Shadow give this to you?"
"He did..."
"Hm."
There was a smaller pink hedgehog. Small figure, shorter hair, smaller legs, smaller breasts. She looked to be about ten. Yes. this was Amy Rose. At this age, all she wanted was happiness. She had a caring and loving mother and father. But on the year she turned ten, that all changed. It was a Thursday night. Her father was helping her with math homework, and her mother was preparing some clothes for her to wear to school the next day. Even though she was young, Amy acted older for her age. She would push her parents out the door so they wouldn't be late for their meetings, and told them to not speed, and to be careful.
That was the last time they saw her. They had kissed her forehead and ruffled her quills before telling her they loved her and said goodbye, driving off.
Amy's mother had always made sure to make Amy as independent as she could for her age. She would always make Amy wash her clothes after a bath. And each time Amy would come up with an excuse to avoid it. But on this day, when they left the house, she had this feeling to do it. So she did. She couldn't help smiling, thinking of how proud her mother would be when she returned.
The next day, she had not received a call from her parents. Instead, her Uncle showed up and asked her if she would like to stay with them for a while. At that age, Amy smiled and nodded, not reading the hurt in her Uncle's eyes. She even packed her own luggage and stayed with him for several months. Her uncle had a daughter also who was her age, so it wasn't too lonely. Amy and Blaze spent every waking moment together.
But after a long time, Amy was beginning to miss her parents. She finally asked her aunt and uncle where they were, and they told her that her parent's were overseas. She believe them.
A little while after, she and Blaze were fighting over a toy.
"Your parents are dead. They are never coming back."
Little Amy didn't know what 'death' meant. But she knew what it meant when someone said 'never coming back.' Her eyes filled up with tears instantly as she ran to her uncle and auntie, demanding an explanation. They once again assured her that her parents were over seas, and not dead. That night, Blaze was punished and was sent to spend an entire day in the study room with no breaks. Amy truly believed her aunt and uncle, but after many more months, Amy started asking again. She kept pestering and pestering, and they would never give her a straight answer.
So she stopped asking.
